The rain is falling down in sheets

It's made a river of the street 

In your little town

Of all the doors that we could see

You opened yours and beckoned me

We broke the others down

 

You must understand 

How far we've come

This unlikely band 

And the tune that we hum

To the beat of a war drum

 

This was not our chosen tour

But how the crowd will cheer for you 

When you just get in line

London, our first port of call

Now every night's another hall

That we play in double time

 

A white stretch of sand 

Empty for some

Our hearts in our hands

We know we must run

To the beat of a war drum

 

To the beat of a war drum

 

The morning arrives

We march toward the dawn

You're waving goodbye

We're singing our song

to the beat of a war drum. 

 

To the beat of a war drum

 

The rain is falling down in sheets

It’s made a river of the street

In your little town